No Shakespeare, but...

Alas and alack. Are you slumb'ring sweetly in your spacious sept? Perchance fate is indeed cruel. I await without and desire to be within. Mayhaps tis mine own fault for tarrying so long at leisure with my companion. If only I were the lusty bull, full of vigor and ready to mount at m'lady's beckoning, then I should not be here in this state. Farewell to thee and thine milky breast I should love to clasp. Adieu to thos [sic] thighs I should love to kiss. And may I find myself again beckoned to your boudoir with such carnal desires as I am wont to speak aloud. May your designs on me always be graphic.

Yeah, that's Finn's version of "Fuck I said I'd be here an hour ago and you've fallen asleep, haven't you?" I could nitpick, but mostly I'm enjoying the moment. Wow.